My Guys

by Tanya Chris

  “No, wait. I’m not actually going to go down on her. Hard to get two heads in there anyway. Here’s my idea: her nipples. We pretend the nipple is the clit. One for each of us. I show you a little, you try a little. What do you think?”

  An interesting proposition. Derek and I had been working on his technique, but I wasn’t the best teacher. When it was good, I got foggy, and when it wasn’t good, I got cowardly about saying so.

  “OK, I’ll try.”

  “It’s a deal? Shake.” Nate held out his hand.

  “Dude, I know where that hand has been.”

  “We’ll kiss on it then. You go first.” Nate waved a hand towards me so that Derek would understand he wasn’t suggesting they kiss each other, and Derek leaned down and gave me a chaste peck on the lips. Then Nate gave me a deep, soul-wrenching kiss. As he finished, he trailed his mouth across my ear and I heard him whisper, “Thank you.”

  “First,” Nate said, getting into position over me, “you can’t do this.” He stuck his tongue way out and licked the tip of my nipple several times. “That might work for a nipple, but a clit is more sensitive. It needs moisture. You want to get the whole mouth involved with the tongue licking, yes, but from inside the mouth so it all stays wet. Like this.” He put his mouth on my breast and sucked my nipple up into it, his tongue brushing against the underside.

  “It’s hard to see because my mouth is surrounding the whole nipple, but that’s where you want to go with the clit. Keep it surrounded, keep it wet, make a lot of contact, and then you can use a lot of pressure. I’m not being gentle exactly.”

  He put his mouth back on me and proved it. I went wild against the strong suction and heavy tongue action.

  “You try.”

  Nate moved his head away, a reassuring finger staying behind to roam across my brilliantly hard nipple as he gestured Derek forward. Derek leaned his head down to my other nipple and went straight for the kill. I screamed, not in a good way.

  “I forgot to say you have to start slow and work your way up,” Nate said. “Try again.” He put his hand on Derek’s bare shoulder.

  Derek’s muscles rippled, shrugging Nate off. “I can do it.”

  This time his initial moves were so light I could barely feel them, but I gave an exaggerated moan and he gained confidence, quickly picking up Nate’s style and energy. Nate meanwhile was providing feedback and encouragement—vocal feedback to Derek, physical encouragement to me. He had his fingers in my pussy and was helping to create the sounds I was making.

  “You’ve so got it. You’re driving her crazy and that’s only her nipple.”

  I squirmed and squeaked as he slid his fingers over my clit at the same moment Derek started using suction.

  “Please,” I said to neither one in particular.

  “You’ve got her all riled up.” Nate discreetly removed his fingers to his own side of the sleeping bag.

  Derek picked up his head and looked into my eyes. “Seems kind of cruel.”

  “It is cruel,” I insisted.

  “Think we should do something about it?” Nate moved his hand to the nipple Derek had just suckled, toying with its purple heat. I wished that Derek’s hand would take Nate’s place in my pussy, but the idea of going further obviously had Derek nervous.

  “Maybe we should just stick to the original bargain.”

  “You’re hard now?”

  I could feel Derek against my thigh, so I knew before he pulled his boxers off that he was only semi-hard. Still, it was an impressive sight: Nate, hard as a rock, as always, on the one side, and Derek, halfway hard but huge with it, on the other.

  “It’s nice,” Nate said.

  “That’s not it,” I said.

  “No?”

  “It’s not all the way,” Derek admitted. “I’m still kind of nervous.”

  “Payback.” I didn’t give Derek time to argue. I pushed him onto his back and dove in. I started with his ears because I knew he was helpless with a tongue in his ear. I licked and nibbled and breathed until he was wiggling and gasping beneath me.

  I didn’t have to look to know that Nate was stroking himself behind me. I could hear the swish of nylon sleeping bag and the sucking wetness of pre-cum against foreskin.

  Derek’s cock was hard before I got my mouth to it, but I didn’t let that stop me. I threw myself into bringing him as close to the brink as I could. Like I’d said: payback.

  The breathing beneath me was echoed by the breathing beside me. Nate was at my elbow, closing in on us. I wondered how far he planned to go as I held Derek on the edge with my tongue. Derek threw his forearm over his eyes and mumbled something about being hard.

  “Hmm?” I asked, purposely letting my lips vibrate against him.

  “I’m hard!” There was a desperation in his voice so deep and beautiful that I relented. I slowly pulled his cock from my mouth, giving it one last laving of warm saliva. I held it at the root and showed it to Nate.

  “Nice, isn’t it?”

  “It’s amazing,” Nate whispered.

  Derek’s eyes were closed, his breathing rough. He put his hand on my head and stroked my hair. I knew he was torn between stopping and going, so I put his dick back in my mouth and sucked while he thought about it.

  “Lissie,” he said softly.

  “Lissie?” someone said from outside the tent.

  We all jumped. There was a mad scramble for position and sleeping bag and a suspicious amount of time passed before I said “yeah” back.

  “We’re going to go to a hotel.” It was Pam. Now that I didn’t have a cock in my mouth, I recognized the voice.

  “Um, OK.”

  “We’re all freezing and no one can sleep.”

  “OK.”

  “Do you guys want to come? We’re going to get a couple of rooms and crash in our bags on the floor.”

  “No, we’re warm enough.”

  Pam didn’t respond for a moment. People were in camper shells, the backs of cars, other tents, and they were all bailing. It was below freezing out there.

  “OK. Well, maybe we’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast then.”

  “OK.” Anything to make her go away.

  “Do you know where Derek is? He doesn’t seem to be in his tent.”

  “Um, he’s in here.”

  “Oh. No wonder you’re so warm.”

  I heard her say something to someone outside the tent followed by whispering and giggling in the distance as the story passed from person to person.

  The three of us lay silently side by side under the sleeping bag, which no longer felt too warm. No legs pressed against mine, no hands roamed across my body.

  “Great,” Derek said finally. “Now everyone knows what we were up to.”

  “No one knows what we were up to,” I said.

  “And fuck ’em if they did,” Nate said.

  “That’s easy for you to say. These are my friends.”

  “My friends would think it was hot.”

  “Your friends are theater people.”

  “Yeah, I guess a lot of us are exhibitionists,” Nate agreed, ignoring the implied insult.

  The sounds outside were fading as cars started up and pulled away, taking the bustling people who’d been deconstructing tents with them.

  “Maybe we should turn off that lantern,” Derek said, his back to me once again.

  Nate sat up and leaned over me. “Derek? Before we go to sleep, I just wanted to tell you that I really was enjoying that. So, thanks.”

  “That’s OK.”

  “Looked like you were enjoying yourself, too.”

  Derek rolled over to face us. “Well, who wouldn’t be?”

  “Yeah, she gives great head.” Nate sighed. “I don’t suppose you’d ...?”

  “I’m not hard anymore.”

  “Hey, me either.” Nate peeled back the sleeping bag, quick as ever to demonstrate. “That was a rude interruption.”

  Surprisingly, Derek looked, and kept looking long en
ough for us to catch him at it.

  “I forgot you weren’t circumcised. I mean, Lissie said you weren’t.”

  “Yeah, my parents were in the middle of a holy war when I was born and my father refused to allow it, basically to spite my mother. I used to hate being different, but now that I don’t have to take gym anymore, I’m glad. I can do this.”

  He started massaging the head with his foreskin. His cock sprang quickly to life. It was obvious he was enjoying himself, though how much was from the stroking and how much from the audience, I couldn’t tell.

  “Feels good like that?” Derek put his hand beneath the sleeping bag. It brushed my thigh as he reached for his own cock.

  “Oh, yeah. You do it, Lissie.”

  I took over from Nate, pulling and pressing his foreskin, rolling it back and forth gently but firmly over his dripping head.

  “Mmm, like heaven.” He closed his eyes and wiggled his hips against my motion. I snuck a peek at Derek and found him riveted.

  “Sorry,” Nate said, opening his eyes again. “Lost myself for a minute there. So what do you do?”

  “Just, you know.”

  “Not really. You may find this hard to believe, but I’ve never actually watched another guy jerk off.”

  “You pull on it, like—” He took his hand off his dick and used it to make a cartoonish jerking motion in the air.

  “Ouch.”

  “Well, not so rough like that.” Derek looked frustrated. “Here, like this.” He pulled the covers off us, revealing his cock which was mostly hard. He made a few tentative movements. Embarrassment was clearly printed on his face. To my highly trained eye, he appeared to be getting softer, not harder.

  “Let Lissie do it,” Nate said. ”One in each hand.”

  I was still fondling Nate. Now I reached my other hand to Derek and started to stroke him too.

  “You don’t think that’s hot?” Nate nodded his head towards the alignment of our naked groins splayed across the tent: Nate hard and handled, me wet and open, Derek growing rapidly beneath my busy fingers.

  “A little.”

  It wasn’t easy juggling two cocks, each one requiring a different technique and rhythm.

  “I don’t have the same sense for him,” I told Nate. “It’s harder without the foreskin. I worry about being too rough.”

  “So go down on him again.” Nate pressed me towards him. “Or better yet, fuck her for me.”

  Derek’s head jerked. “Are you nuts?”

  “Maybe, but I’m dying for it.”

  “That’s what you’ve been angling for this whole time, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Why?

  “Maybe I can’t explain,” Nate said, “but ever since Lissie told me what you do to her, I’ve been dying to see it. Think of it like this: it’s live porn with Lissie in it. We’ve got this entire campground to ourselves. We’re probably the only idiots for miles. No one can hear her scream. Fuck her really hard for me, please?”

  “And then what? You’ll have sloppy seconds?”

  “I don’t mind. We all use condoms anyway.”

  “I don’t know. I’m not sure I could watch you.”

  “Listen, you do your thing and then, if it doesn’t feel right, we’ll go to sleep. I don’t need anything. I’ll be jerking off to this for months, I promise you.”

  “No, if I do, you do. I’m not going to hog her.”

  “OK, so let’s do it. We’re all horny as hell. What’s stopping us?”

  Nate was horny as hell. I was horny as hell. I looked at Derek’s cock, not far from my face. It was drooping, but there was also a drop of pre-cum lingering on the head. If he wasn’t horny as hell now, he had been and would be again. I sat up and reached for my overnight bag.

  “Shit.”

  “What’s wrong?” Nate asked. We’d come so close.

  “I’ve only got one condom.” I scrambled to explain my lack of foresight. “Well, we’re only here for one night and I didn’t know we were going to be doing this—that’s for sure—and anyway,” I explained to Derek, “Nate really likes the oral, so sometimes we don’t even—too much information, right?”

  “So we only have one condom,” Nate said. “We only need one. I already said I was fine.”

  “It’s your night,” Derek insisted.

  “And I choose to watch you with my night. Please, you don’t even have to finish. Just start, I’m begging you. I’ll jerk off. Carefully. Way over here.”

  “Wait! My purse. I forgot about my emergency condom.” I dug through our pile of belongings for my purse and triumphantly pulled out a second condom.

  “That’s our Lissie. Such a girl scout.” Nate leaned over and whispered, “Better get him warmed up again.”

  I gave Derek the blow job of his life, starting hard to get him hard, then going light and easy to make him hungry for more. He squirmed when I slowed down, then the squirming changed to muttering. His hands grew heavy on my head. He knew better than to try to control me, but the pressure told me what he needed. I didn’t give it to him.

  Normally by now he would have caved—flipped me over and drilled me hard—but tonight it was going to take even more. I started alternating—some fast and then some slow—getting him close, then backing off, until the rage of his lust burst free.

  He ripped me off his dick, pulling me up and over and onto my back. “You want me to fuck? I’ll fuck.”

  I could barely hold him off to get the condom on.

  “Do it quick,” he said between his teeth.

  I had it on in record time. The moment I released his cock, he plunged it deep into me, all the way to the root with a thundering bang—the way I needed it, the way I loved it. I almost came right there. I was so turned on, and he was so huge and hard, that every stroke was pushing me over the next crest.

  I lost track of Nate, lost track even of Derek. He asked nothing from me but to absorb. We were wild together, beyond what we had ever been, pushed to the edge by Nate’s silent presence and all the night’s teasing.

  It was a fury that couldn’t last for long. He came inside me with a final, violent thrust, wrenching one more scream from me as he carelessly drove too deep.

  He put his head against my neck and we breathed ragged breaths together, joined and drained.

  “God, Lissie. That was so hot, so beautiful.” Nate pushed himself between me and Derek, kissing me all over, causing Derek to slide away from me as he encroached further.

  “Sweetheart, I’m so hard. Touch me.”

  He pulled my head down to his cock and I took it in, pouring my pleasure over him. He panted beneath me, on the edge of orgasm within moments. I backed off.

  “No, don’t tease. Not tonight. I can’t stand anymore.”

  I pushed him over the edge roughly, continuing to suck and lick as hard as I could until his moans turned to gasps and the last bit of semen had been swallowed. Then I gentled on him, my mouth warm and sweet against his softening dick.

  When I let it pop free, he pulled me up for a kiss. He loved to kiss me after a blowjob, long and intimately, and tonight he was particularly needy.

  When he was finished, I turned to Derek, worried that he felt left out. He had a blank expression and his dick lay limp between his legs. I leaned into him to kiss him, but he turned away.

  “Don’t now.”

  “Are you sorry?” Nate asked. “Please don’t say you’re sorry.”

  “No, it was OK. Like you said—live porn. Was it everything you’d hoped for?”

  “Unbelievable. Lissie?”

  “I’m still horny.”

  They looked at each other and laughed. “Believable,” they said together.

  Nate reached down and paddled his fingers in my pussy. “This girl needs more.”

  “You could show me the oral. For real this time.”

  “You’d be OK with that?”

  Derek shrugged. “Sure. Make her scream.”

  No one asked if it
was OK with me, but it was. The orgasm I’d had while Derek fucked me was only a warm-up. Going down on Nate, listening to his amazing response, had pushed me back into the red zone. I needed to come.

  Nate settled between my thighs. He started with slow, long licks, building my excitement level and bathing my clit in my own juices. I silently urged him to get on with it.

  When he wrapped his mouth around my clit and started a firm sucking pressure, I moaned in relief. Finally. Fucking felt great, but all the girth and length in the world couldn’t match the intense, focused pleasure of a mouth applied right where I needed it.

  Nate used his tongue and lips to knead and tease me, taking me to ever higher levels, until my orgasm broke and I screamed, just like Derek had said I would. His hands held me steady as he kept licking through the waves of pleasure, pushing me higher and deeper into the orgasm until I peaked and the pleasure was suddenly too much.

  Nate knew to be gentle once I was done coming. He pulled back from my clit and dove lower into my pussy, slurping at the juices running freely and raising, now and then, for another lick at my clit. Each lick made me shiver. Pleasure built slowly, until I was as consumed as I’d been before and more so.

  Through the haze of my next impending orgasm I felt Derek’s hands on me. He rambled against my ear, oh God, and Lissie, and so hot, and come for me, come for us, and I did.

  Nate was ruthless this time. I thought it might never end, that there might be no top to this peak, and then I was tumbling down the other side, hearing my own shuddering breath in the otherwise silent tent.

  Nate went back to gentle laps at my pussy. His hands ran along my inner thighs and over my stomach to settle me before the next assault on my senses.

  “How many times can she do that?” I heard Derek ask.

  “Depends.” Nate’s mouth left my pussy. “She’s pretty wild tonight. A couple more maybe.”

  “Well, don’t use her up.”

  “Mmph,” I said. By which I meant, “no one is paying attention to me.”

  “Hang on,” Nate told Derek. He bent back to me and pushed me quickly, brutally, up and over in a way that only he could, snapping me from aroused to almost painfully pleased in under a minute.

  “That should hold her for a while. You wanted to try?”

  “No, you go ahead. But maybe when you’re done, I could fuck her again. I’m kind of hard.”